Today is a travel day for my favorite brother and sister-in-law as they make their trek from Vegas to Ft. Wayne. No longer Nevadans, they’re now Hoosiers although it will take them a couple days to get “home.”
It’s not Indiana Scott’s dreading so much… but more that it’s Ft. Wayne. He loves the west, and I’m sure he’ll miss the weather there. Tammy is thrilled with Ft. Wayne because it’s where she’s from and where her parents, kids, and grandchildren are.
They’ll both miss their bigger home, I’m sure.
It’s a big downsize for them… the house in Ft. Wayne is 3 bedroom and neither of them have been in a 3 bedroom home for a whole bunch of years now. Even worse, the house sports only 1.5 baths. It has a finished basement and I’m sure that will help — not only with space but also for privacy.
Their entire lot is the size of the home they’re leaving so this should be interesting. But it’s a REALLY cute house, you guys… and is decorated so much better than mine. When there’s only 2 people, there’s no need for a large amount of living space anyway.
They’ll have about 28 hours of actual driving time and the weather in some of the states they’ll be passing through isn’t perfect right now. I’m hoping for a safe and uneventful trip.
Once settled in, they’ll be 3 hours from me. Katie is 4.5 hours from me and there’s a whole lot more to do in Sevierville, TN than in Ft. Wayne, IN. Just sayin’. 😉
Now you know: Vending machines are more deadly than sharks due to falling on people.
Having pizza in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt last night, both my phones starting blowing up at the same time with incoming video calls. The incoming caller name said “Tader.” I’m not gonna lie — it scared me. I thought something was wrong with Jerilyn.
Come to find out, Jerilyn and Tader stopped in Thirsty’s Bar and our cousin, Debra, and her son Kyan just happened to pop in there too. Debra’s already inebriated face filled the phone’s screen and she said if I didn’t come there she wouldn’t love me anymore.
Of course, family is important and I sure don’t want anyone to stop loving me.
Then Tader reminded me 100 times that these people were MY family…
He also went on and on about how we needed to get together more often. He even threw his hands in the air and exclaimed, “THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!” And then he planned a party for the eclipse in early April and reached out to hire Henry Lee Summer for entertainment. I sure hope he remembers it tomorrow.
I’m pretty sure he likes MY family more than I do. 😉
Now you know: A popular drink in the UK is “beef tea”, made by mixing salty meat extract paste (Bovril) into hot water. The meat paste was originally know as ‘Johnston’s Fluid Beef’.
While the phrase, “a picture’s worth 1000 words” is often attributed to Confucius, Wikipedia says it was Fred R. Barnard who deserves the credit. He wrote it in an advertising trade journal in 1921 promoting the use of images in ads. Of course, I’m not advertising anything – but I am sharing a whole bunch of words through images today.
Candid shots are my favorite.
Photos that are unposed capture people as their authentic selves. They aren’t planned or crafted to look perfect.
With my family, candid shots are the only way to capture them without crazy smiles and silly faces.
I do it too… obviously.
Dogs don’t fake smile or pose dewclaws up. 🐶
Even when I TRY to create a posed shot of either of my hound dogs, they never turn out that way.
Humans notice cameras and the second they know they’re being photographed, it takes them out of the moment. Not dogs! Dogs don’t ham it up or pose in a way they think will make them look their best. I’m sure Dharma and Merida have no idea what a camera is… but they do know it pauses whatever they’re doing or what they’re trying to let me know they want.
Dogs remain authentic even when a camera is pointed at them. That’s why they’re almost always candid shots — and one of the reasons I like them so much.
Now you know: All polar bears in Iceland are shot on sight. They are not native to the island, and dangerous because they are hungry after floating over on ice from Greenland. It is too difficult and expensive to return them home.
I have an acquaintance (she was a friend of my deceased sister-in-law, Sheri) who is a author among other impressive things. Not gonna’ lie… she’s way out there different and would likely be happy to know I said that about her. She recently had a birthday, and at her celebration they started a new tradition.
A symphony of life.
Everyone at the celebration was to choose a word to describe her and SING their word of choice at the same time as the others sang their word choice. All together it “created of symphony” of her life. Perry barely got an off-key version of “Happy Birthday” and was darned lucky to get that. His cake had 5 purple candles to symbolize 50… and 2 pink to make 52.
We embraced the same old traditions…
Like… not getting ONE group photo without someone being stupid.
The pesky neighbors didn’t get the memo. They look the same in every photo. 🙂
It only went downhill from that point…
I went to bed without even cleaning up the mess.
When I crawled in bed last night, the trash can needed emptying and there were 400 forks and spoons in the sink. It was all worth it though — Perry said he had a great birthday. ❤️
Now you know: New York City is owed over $1 billion in unpaid parking tickets and speeding fines.
I didn’t need 5 calendar reminders just to remember today is Perry’s 52nd birthday. He’s made yet another fun-filled, successful orbit around the sun!
Today we’ll celebrate his special day with Chinese food and smashed cake.
I showed Perry his cake — the one I had delivered from Walmart (yes, I suck) that was smashed on one side by a crushed lid. He laughed. What he doesn’t know is that I actually remembered to buy ice-cream too. Who wouldn’t be thrilled with a birthday celebration like that? 😉
Ole’ Perry is an easy-going guy — sometimes too much so.
Perry’s always up to go anywhere and try anything. My family has become his… and that ain’t easy, y’all.
He works hard and is generous — and he’s not picky except when it comes to food. I’m not saying he cares so much about having big meals because he’s fine with a peanut butter sandwich. But never mention having goulash or mushrooms. Oh… and never, EVER, offer him sushi.
When I met Perry, he had hair. 😉
And then, we worked together for quite a few years and both of us lived through it. (Barely!)
Happy birthday to Perry — I hope his upcoming journey around the sun is amazing!
Now you know: Compared to their overall weight, koalas have among of the smallest brains of any animal. They are so dumb that they cannot identify leaves as food and refuse to consume them when they are placed on a flat surface as opposed to branches.
